250 Beekman Street by Molly Felth If I bottled the scentof your chest hairI would name it Play Hard.Bullhorns blare –a little girl countsto infinity, scarcely aware –still, there’s nothing in youI can’t leverageor exchange.Wall Street occupiedme. I say to her here: you arethe worldliest personyou know. Never investon impulse. Your feelingsaren’t liquid.Hoist yourself uponto… Read More 250 Beekman Street

People on Paper by Francesca Mari What if I drew people on paper,Would I get all the details?The speckles in their eyesThe frown upon dark skiesThe golden hours of those days What about origami of people on paper,Would they be easier to unfold?The dotted lines path for scissorsThe bullies becoming mere lizardsThe living turned in… Read More People on Paper

World Debt by Liliana Yao We are not in debt to anyone but ourselves.We give the world what we yearn to receive,hoping for the world to reciprocate our deeds.In the process, we simply neglect our own needs.No one seems to appreciate or recognize,that our acts of kindness don’t cost a thing.At the expense of our… Read More World Debt

Flower Girl by Michael Lee Johnson Poems are hard to createthey live, then die, walk alone in tears,resurrect in family mausoleums.They walk with you alone in ghostly patterns,memories they deliver feeling unexpectedlythrough the open windows of strangers.Silk roses lie in a potted bowlmemories seven days before Mother’s Day.Soak those tears; patience is the poetry of… Read More Flower Girl

Mirror by Ann Lorraine Gabi We all are bornTo live as oneOur souls are tornWhere have we gone? And so we liveAs we are toldOf what to giveOur bodies sold Now is the timeLook for your otherYour inner rhymeThat burning desire All an illusionYou are a wholeNot a confusionBoth with one goal To be togetherYour… Read More Mirror

Adapted to War by J. Rylee D. I search for you at the bottom of the bottle,Only to be faced with my darkest regrets.Every remaining stain that I crave to forget. We were too young and immature.A plague for which there was no cure. But oh, it was exhilarating. Shockwaves of chaos rippled in our… Read More Adapted to War

After the Storm at Night by Daniel Fitzgerald Her eyes openedlike a revealing moonin a fractured sky,becoming brighterin its awakening. Staying in Touch by Daniel Fitzgerald Our hands glancearound the table,then, as if by accident,reach for the same glass.The rest of us laughat the coincidencewhile our fingers lingerwith each other,remembering other coincidences,other accidents,other times our… Read More After the Storm at Night

Racism by Ali Ashhar All are born equal,Yet some are deluded to be manipulated by hate,Not spurred by difference in ethnicity,Nevertheless, by deviation in ethics,Ethics that made him perceive ghastly,This racism pervading, deep below, doesn’t know any impunity. This malevolence not only compromise of colour,Someday it’s for religion,Someday it’s linguistical,Someday it’s for ethnicity,Someday it’s for… Read More Racism

Meant for More by Rachita Praharaj Falling into the void of nothingness, Find it within you, The hope you seek in the world, Bind it to yourself, Live in the shattered shards of you, For there is a reflection of you, In each of them, Reflecting all that you are yet to be, Learn that… Read More Meant for More